Prayer is a wonderful thing. Last night I prayed that my cousin would be ok after her 12 hour surgery (removal of spinal tumors and vertebrae, replacing bone with metal rods). This led to a dream of me taking care of her 7 children, 3 of which are adults. I haven't spent much time with my cousin's children during my life since they live so far away (northern Louisiana). But my cousin, S, was always the person I looked up to and admired. So in my dream I made it my mission to care for her children as though they were not strangers, but as though we'd always known each other. I played Civil War with the young boys and played in the kitchen with the older girls.
Prayer works. S came through surgery just fine. She'll be in recovery through the weekend, but will hopefully get to go home soon. Her parents are coming in this weekend to stay with my parents; we're all going to travel to Houston to visit her in the hospital.